This Is When I'm Glad I'm An Adult

Lately I've been griping about how unfun it is to be an adult. Preston and I are, really for the first time, independent from our parents. We have insurance bills to pay, vet appointments to schedule, paperwork to do (including changing my name-a process which is about as easy as THE HARDEST EXAM IN THE WORLD, registering the car in PA, and getting a PA license (for me)). And more and more often I've found myself wishing that I were eight years old and running around barefoot with not a care in the world.

But at the end of days like today, when I'm exhausted and cranky and blah, I have to be glad that I'm an adult, because it means I can eat popcorn and beer for dinner. And at this moment, a dinner of popcorn and beer is exactly the tonic I need. I can't say I won't regret it on my run tomorrow morning, but right now, it's kind of perfect.